Am I on time??!! I hope I am! Thank you for this opportunity ahhh!! Thank you thank you! Uhm, headcanons pls for Marco and female reader who is a doctor like him and decided to treat an enemy without their knowledge. Thank you again *blush* *blush*
hiyaaaaa Cham UwU i made it angsty all the way through since you did not specifically ask for a happy ending...you’ll see, nothing it unfixable UwU Some lovely Marco for you and I included his glasses cause honestly I need him to wear them always! Enjoy!!
Treating an enemy behind his back - Marco X Reader HC
2nd person. Female reader. angsty
“I don’t care how guilty you feel y/n. It’s dumb. It’s dangerous. I won’t let you go.”
You had been teary-eyed and slammed the door. The Whitebeard pirates had gotten into a fight with another crew and you, as one of the nurses, had been dragged into the fight by accident, only to see that one of the members of the crew was someone you knew from your childhood.
Of course, attacking the Whitebeard pirates had been a dumb idea and the enemy crew had been made to retreat pretty fast, but not before (mortally) wounding some of their members.
Your heart had stopped a beat when you noticed that your childhood friend was one of the hurt pirates and you wanted to chase after them to help them dress the wounds, as you noticed their doctor was just one person focussing on the mortally wounded crewmembers and doing so in a wrong way as well.
But you couldn’t just run off with the enemy so you went to your boyfriend and commander to ask permission to do so. Which left you in the current situation, standing outside Marco’s room, tears silently streaming down your face as you were going over your options.
You were walking towards the pier where the ship was docked when you realized you had already made up your mind. You could not let your friend die, even though he was part of a crew that had attacked yours. With the little glimpses you had caught of their doctor, you just knew there were going to be complications and you would not stand for that.
And thus you left the ship, finding the enemy group relatively fast and convincing them you came in peace. After a thorough search of your body and the possessions you were carrying, and with the help of your friend, who was in fact pretty heavily wounded, vouching for you, you were allowed to help.
You patched up your friend first, and helped with some other things, leaving behind some more medical supplies and teaching their doctor how to dress some of the wounds more efficiently. The sun was rising again by the time you felt you had done all you could, and you should probably head back to the Moby Dick.
As it was still early, there were not that many people up yet, only the last of the night watch getting ready to end their shift, and one familiar figure waiting at the door of the room you usually shared. His arms were crossed and he did not look happy. At all.
“Hi” you began timidly, very well knowing that your actions would cause a discussion. “I’m sorry I really had to help them. You’re a doctor too, you should -”
“Y/n,” he interrupted you and you shut up almost immediately. His voice was stern, the voice he used to lecture people or explain missions. Not the tone of voice he usually used around you. You avoided eye contact, the way he was looking at you from behind his glasses making you feel so guilty already.
“You betrayed my trust. You betrayed Pop’s trust. What if they had taken you hostage? What if they had killed you?”
He didn’t sound angry. He sounded worried, hurt, and worst of all: disappointed. There was nothing you could say to make this okay because he was right. You could’ve gotten hurt. Or with how the pirate world worked, you could’ve done the crew a lot of damage by giving the enemy any information.
Of course, clarity only came now, with your senses no longer clouded with worry over a long-forgotten friend, who in hindsight, may not even care as much about the friendship anymore, just opportunistically made use of your kind heart and dumb instincts. You cursed yourself inwardly, not sure what you should say now, looking at your feet instead of Marco.
“I should have listened to you. It will never happen again,” you mumbled silently, reaching out your hand. You wanted to hug him, to touch him. You wanted him to say he’d forgive you and comfort you as you were feeling increasingly worse, to the point of being physically sick of your own actions.
Comfort didn’t come as he gently deflected your hand before you could touch him.
“You’re right. It will not happen again. Because if it does, you will have to leave this crew.” Your heart sank, and you nodded, tears welling up in your eyes as the severity of your misconduct got through to you.
“I’m sorry…”
“I believe you.” He opened the door to his room, the one you had been sharing for a while now, and stepped in, but turned around for a second before closing the door.
“And I’d rather have you sleep in your own bed for a while. You don’t betray family, y/n, I need some time to think.”
With those words, the door was closed shut and you heard the lock click. You felt your legs shake and the tears finally spilled out. All this… for nothing. Because you wanted to help one person that didn’t even matter.
